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Tenga doesn't tolerate bullies. The bully's bully has arrived.
Only if he doesn't have to go too far out of his way and can possible swindle stuff out of the victims saved in return of course.
Well at least Sonata and Silvia are saved, maybe.

Added story: 22/09/19

The night the lanterns filled the sky was one that made Tenga's chest burn and his eyes sting. So many others had been around feeling the same. He didn’t know exactly what they’d gone through, but he started to recognise the look of loss. They were the one’s that followed the papers that trailed behind the lanterns loyally into the sky.

Eventually he'd cried out all that he could, which hadn't been much at that point after the days prior, and it left him feeling cold. A bitter cold that felt like spikes, sharp and cutting. He didn't do anything to help her, possibly couldn't have. But that was the problem, he couldn't have but he should have been given the possibility to.

So much had gone wrong, so many had been hurt. He wasn't going to stand for that, he already hated it before but now he actively listened for pained cries to chase after. To stand by would the same as causing the hurt in the first place. The same as babbling stupidly while the life is sucked away from another right beside you.

So when some newly hatched bird looking kid started harassing others around the noticeably emptier Nook, Tenga was on that in a heartbeat.

Poking fun at ears that one brown wyngling could not change and had no control over. Snatching the book from another who cried after it like it was a lifeline, just a little too close to getting violent.

Painful words like daggers to one's heart could do just as much damage as the bird kid's claws, and more importantly Tenga knew the weight something like a book could carry with it’s every filled page. Tenga wasn't going to wait around to see what did more damage either of them.

He charged forward. What little of his teeth had grown in, ground against each other he swore he tasted something like miss Alma's old coins. His vision looked tinted red, or maybe it was the bully's harsh shade of rusty red feathers he refused to look away from. Less he get away. Not today.

It was almost stupid, something unknown as a result of a beast couldn’t be fought against, not as he was now. Everyone hurt. And then there was this oblivious brat who thought it was okay to cause others pain himself. As if he could measure up to what Tenga and so many others had already faced.

He leapt.

No.

Pounced. Attacked.

He’d seen adults use magic to move as fast as a blur.

Now he knew what a blur felt like.

His right foot struck first. He could feel his claws toes dig into the flimsy muscles and feathers of the bully’s shoulder.

After that the rest of him followed quickly and the next second the bully was on the ground and he was standing over him, catching himself from falling over after the result of surprising momentum.

The rusty red burn hissed, clutching his shoulder and had the audacity to look at Tenga like he was the problem with the world. There was still too much of the fire that fuelled his cruelty to the others swirling in his eyes so Tenga took a single purposefully step forward, chest puffed out and head high to look down at him. The bully scrambled to his feet, form lowered defensively. But even as he visibly shook and turned tail to saunter away like a coward who couldn’t face the consequences of his actions… Tenga could still see that fire. He decided then that it was a nasty fire, one fuelled by oil and living branches of that that had been full of life. It smelled and smoked and it wasn’t so easily put out.

Well then. Tenga would just have to be the ocean. Raging and unrelenting against the flames when riled up into a storm - he turned around and smiled assuring at the two Wynglings who still looked stunned by the display but no longer fearful - But peaceful, comforting and providing to those that respected it and needed it.

Words: 683

Not counting story for wyns since I added it late and eh
11/2661
______________________________
Art and Tenga - CherryTrabbit
Russet - Blue-Rainfall
Sonata - Reicarus
Silvia - Linoace-Projects

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Next >
In response to these /Previous:

Tenga doesn't tolerate bullies. The bully's bully has arrived.
Only if he doesn't have to go too far out of his way and can possible swindle stuff out of the victims saved in return of course.
Well at least Sonata and Silvia are saved, maybe.

Added story: 22/09/19

The night the lanterns filled the sky was one that made Tenga's chest burn and his eyes sting. So many others had been around feeling the same. He didn’t know exactly what they’d gone through, but he started to recognise the look of loss. They were the one’s that followed the papers that trailed behind the lanterns loyally into the sky.

Eventually he'd cried out all that he could, which hadn't been much at that point after the days prior, and it left him feeling cold. A bitter cold that felt like spikes, sharp and cutting. He didn't do anything to help her, possibly couldn't have. But that was the problem, he couldn't have but he should have been given the possibility to.

So much had gone wrong, so many had been hurt. He wasn't going to stand for that, he already hated it before but now he actively listened for pained cries to chase after. To stand by would the same as causing the hurt in the first place. The same as babbling stupidly while the life is sucked away from another right beside you.

So when some newly hatched bird looking kid started harassing others around the noticeably emptier Nook, Tenga was on that in a heartbeat.

Poking fun at ears that one brown wyngling could not change and had no control over. Snatching the book from another who cried after it like it was a lifeline, just a little too close to getting violent.

Painful words like daggers to one's heart could do just as much damage as the bird kid's claws, and more importantly Tenga knew the weight something like a book could carry with it’s every filled page. Tenga wasn't going to wait around to see what did more damage either of them.

He charged forward. What little of his teeth had grown in, ground against each other he swore he tasted something like miss Alma's old coins. His vision looked tinted red, or maybe it was the bully's harsh shade of rusty red feathers he refused to look away from. Less he get away. Not today.

It was almost stupid, something unknown as a result of a beast couldn’t be fought against, not as he was now. Everyone hurt. And then there was this oblivious brat who thought it was okay to cause others pain himself. As if he could measure up to what Tenga and so many others had already faced.

He leapt.

No.

Pounced. Attacked.

He’d seen adults use magic to move as fast as a blur.

Now he knew what a blur felt like.

His right foot struck first. He could feel his claws toes dig into the flimsy muscles and feathers of the bully’s shoulder.

After that the rest of him followed quickly and the next second the bully was on the ground and he was standing over him, catching himself from falling over after the result of surprising momentum.

The rusty red burn hissed, clutching his shoulder and had the audacity to look at Tenga like he was the problem with the world. There was still too much of the fire that fuelled his cruelty to the others swirling in his eyes so Tenga took a single purposefully step forward, chest puffed out and head high to look down at him. The bully scrambled to his feet, form lowered defensively. But even as he visibly shook and turned tail to saunter away like a coward who couldn’t face the consequences of his actions… Tenga could still see that fire. He decided then that it was a nasty fire, one fuelled by oil and living branches of that that had been full of life. It smelled and smoked and it wasn’t so easily put out.

Well then. Tenga would just have to be the ocean. Raging and unrelenting against the flames when riled up into a storm - he turned around and smiled assuring at the two Wynglings who still looked stunned by the display but no longer fearful - But peaceful, comforting and providing to those that respected it and needed it.

Words: 683

Not counting story for wyns since I added it late and eh
11/2661
______________________________
Art and Tenga - CherryTrabbit
Russet - Blue-Rainfall
Sonata - Reicarus
Silvia - Linoace-Projects

Commission Info